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Hear thou my pray'r, O Lord and let
my cry come unto thee,
In time of trouble do hot hide
thy face away from me:
Incline thine ear to me, make haste
to hear me when I call;
For as the smoke doth fade, so do
my days consume and fall:
And as an hearth my bones are burnt,
my heart is smitten dead,
And withers like the grass, that I
forget to eat lay bread.
By reason of my groaning voice
my bones cleave to my skin:
As pelican in wilderness,
such case now am I in.
And as an owl in desert is,
Lo, I am such a one;
I watch, and as a sparrow on
the house-top am alone:
For daily in reproachful wise
my foes they do me scorn;
And them that mad upon me are,
against me they have sworn.
Surely with ashes as with bread,
my hunger I have filled,
And mingled have my drink with tears
that from my eyes distilled.
Because of thy displeasure, Lord,
thy wrath and great disdain;
For thou hast set me up on high,
and cast me down again.
The days wherein I pass my life
are like the fleeting shade;
And I am withered like the grass,
that soon away doth fade:
But thou, O Lord, for ever dost
remain in steady place,
And thy remembrance ever doth
abide from race to race.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 102:1-10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 102 |
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